Jennifer’s Fountains of Youth

Jennifer’s Fountains

 

An Erotic Lactation Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Jennifer’s Fountains

 

Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

 

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

“Mother’s milk,” Anthony sighed as Jennifer took off her top.

She gave him a grin and a shake of the head. “I still have my bra on,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but I know what’s underneath.”

“Truly, you have wisdom for the ages.”

“Are we going to do this or not?” he asked, literally licking his lips and looking at the huge amount of cleavage her industrial-strength bra was producing. No one would ever accuse Jennifer of having small tits. She had had huge ones since high school. Age and pregnancy had only made them bigger.

“You really know how to romance a girl,” she said, frowning at him and pausing as she reached up to push down the bra’s shoulder straps.

“Sorry, sorry. I get too eager,” he said quickly as he moved back on the bed. For a single man in his forties, Anthony kept a very neat and tidy home. Jennifer was certain that he had a maid come in at least weekly, if not more often, but she wasn’t complaining. Every time she came over to his place, it was spotless. The sheets were fresh.

And he was an excellent lover with a big dick.

Not huge, just big. Big enough to satisfy her.

“Hmm,” she said, still not moving.

“You are the most beautiful woman I know. I can’t believe that you would lower yourself to talk to me, let alone get in bed with me. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.”

“Silver-tongued devil,” she accused him.

“You like my silver tongue.”

“That’s…mostly true.”

Anthony smiled and leaned back against the pillows piled high at the head of the bed. He was casually dressed in jeans and t-shirt. She knew he worked from home most of the time, some sort of consultant gig, but she didn’t know what he really did for a living, not that it mattered.

And here she was a hard-working woman just trying to make her way in the world, wasting precious PTO time from her job to take the afternoon off so she could have sex.

The type of kinky sex she liked.

Anthony knew she was going to take off her bra and he was going to suck her tits and that was enough to make her panties wet. She hated and loved that about herself. Just the anticipation of his lips and tongue on her nipples caused that reaction in her body. If she didn’t take off her bra soon, her milk was going to let down and she’d wind up with a soaked bra.

It didn’t take much.

She glanced at his crotch. She could see the hard outline of his cock underneath his pants.

“You know, a true gentleman would help me undress.”

“Would it be terrible to say I like the show you put on?I can’t go to strip clubs because all the dancers rub up against me and feel my huge cock and that just leads to problems.” He grinned with overconfidence.

This was part of their dance, part of the game.

Jennifer sighed and rolled her eyes. Even so, she pulled the straps down and bared her tits.

Anthony’s face brightened into a wide grin.

She clucked her tongue. “Such a little boy to be delighted by breasts.”

“The world’s most beautiful breasts,” he corrected her. “Full of milk.”

Hefting up her heavy breasts, she had to agree with him. Jennifer needed to be nursed or pumped daily or her tits started to hurt. It was a painful ache. She had tried to stifle her milk production for twenty years but couldn’t do it.

Smiling at him, she squeezed her breasts causing several streams of milk to jet out. The liquid landed on the bedspread and Anthony’s jeans. He wasn’t upset. This was just an expected part of their ritual. Jennifer kept squeezing. The milk kept spraying. It was an impressive display, a display she had put on before for him. Anthony never got tired of watching it.

There was only one thing he loved more than watching her spray her milk was sucking on her tits.

Unable to help himself, Anthony moved from the head of the bed and toward the streams of milk, opening his mouth, trying to catch some of the precious liquid on his tongue, getting plenty on his face in the process.

“Is this what you really want?” she asked him, letting go of her breasts. It felt good to relieve herself like that, but nursing felt even better.

“No. I want it directly from the source. I’m thirsty.”

Anthony continued to move across the bed until he was on his knees directly in front of her. She stood there at the foot of the bed, unconcerned, gently holding her tits, not covering the nipples, but not offering them up either.

“Have you earned my milk?” she asked him haughtily.

“I don’t care if I have or not.” He circled his arms around her surprisingly trim waist and pulled her tightly to him, smothering his face in one of her breasts. His mouth automatically found her nipple and he started to suckle. That caused a shiver to run down her spine.

Her milk was already flowing. Her left nipple dripped slowly while he drew out the milk from her right. Her panties were truly wet now, not just damp. She was glad she was wearing a skirt, it was easier to take off than pants and made hiding any wet spots easier as well.

Jennifer didn’t like standing up while being nursed but for Anthony she was willing to endure it for a bit. Even so, after a minute her knees were getting weak and her lust was rising.

She pushed him back from her breast. He clung to her nipple as long as possible, stretching it out as his mouth sucked desperately for the milk.

“I don’t know why I let you do this with me,” she said, shaking her head in annoyance while lowering the zipper on the side of her skirt.

“Because you like it as much as I do.” Anthony moved back and reclined on the bed, Hands once more behind his head, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Take off your pants…and everything else,” she told him.

Anthony didn’t need to be told twice. A few seconds later he was naked, his clothes tossed casually to the side. His cock wasn’t fully erect, not yet, but it was swollen, showing off his size.

Jennifer restrained herself from licking her lips. She had been through this many times before. Dropping her skirt to the floor, she was left in just her panties. Crawling onto the bed, she moved up next to Anthony. They kissed, but that was just a momentary distraction. Kissing was all well and good, but not what they were looking for.

“I want to sit up for this,” she said.

They switched to familiar positions. Jennifer was sitting up, supported by the headboard and the pile of pillows. Anthony’s body was at a right angle to hers, a pillow on her lap where he rested his head, before snuggling forward, his mouth seeking out a nipple.

Once he latched on, they both relaxed. Her milk flowed and filled his mouth. She lightly pinched her free nipple, preventing it from dripping and wasting milk, getting a little thrill from the mild pressure.

Anthony’s cock continued to rise, getting harder. Jennifer watched it as he nursed from her. She didn’t touch him nor did he touch himself. He was getting hard merely from sucking on her tits.

Unable to resist, Jennifer reached out and caressed his body. First his arms and shoulders, then down his side to his hip, before eventually taking his cock in her hand.

His eyes were shut as he focused on suckling, when her hand fondled him. He shuddered just a tiny bit, but then settled down. She liked the feel of his velvety smooth balls. He shaved them, not for her, but for himself. At least that’s what he told her. The hair around the base of his cock was trimmed short and shaved back as well, not removed entirely, but carefully shaped to let Jennifer—and perhaps other women—know he cared about his appearance below the belt.

She gave him a little squeeze. He gasped and let her breast slip from his mouth. “Careful!”

“You like it,” she told him and slowly, carefully started to move her hand up and down his shaft. It filled her hand perfectly. She liked the feel of his cock: hot, firm but pliable, pulsing with blood and lust, twitching just enough to let her know he was interested in more than just nursing from her.

But it was the most important part of their foreplay. He nuzzled over to her left breast and nursed from that one, drinking greedily at the rich liquid. Jennifer had to adjust her grip on his cock but she kept going.

It was a game, keeping him hard, keeping him on edge, keeping him interested (which wasn’t difficult) as he nursed from her. They both loved this. She loved being nursed. He loved nursing. Jennifer knew it was a minor miracle she had been able to produce milk for this long—she wasn’t a young woman—but she wasn’t complaining. Making milk meant her body needed more calories all the time. She could eat almost anything she wanted and still kept her figure. Sure, her tits and ass were bigger than most other women, maybe bigger than was considered attractive for her frame, but the trade off was more than worth it.

Plus the pleasure, just the pure pleasure, was more than worth it. While Jennifer liked sex—loved it, even—for her nothing was more exciting, more exotic, more kinky than getting her tits sucked. Getting the milk out. Feeding a man desperate to taste what she made. It was messed up and confusing and she didn’t like to think about it for too long.

Her hand pumped faster on Anthony’s cock. She liked to see men shoot their loads. She liked that almost as much as she liked to feel them cum inside her.

“No,” Anthony protested, pushing her hand away from his cock, pulling off her nipple.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“You were going to make me cum.”

“Isn’t that the whole idea?”

“Don’t you want me to drink all your milk?” Anthony asked.

“Yes,” she purred. “Always. But you can cum and keep sucking.”

He bent his knee, protectively covering his cock with his leg and hand. “Let me finish nursing you.”

Jennifer snaked a hand around his thigh, caressing his sack and taint. “Okay. Finish up. Drink up. Make me cum that way and maybe—maybe!—I’ll fuck you.”

He allowed her to touch him that way. He got nervous when her fingers strayed toward his asshole, but she mostly focused on holding and caressing his balls.

For his part, Anthony focused on nursing. He loved the taste of her milk. He loved the little moans she made when he sucked on her tits. He loved how wet her pussy got when he nursed her. He loved fucking her while sucking on her big tits.

“Stop that,” she told him.

“What?” he spluttered, expelling her nipple from his mouth. He swallowed the milk in his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“You were jerking off.” Milk continued to dribble down her breast. It was beautiful.

He realized where his hand had been.

“Sorry. Got a little too worked up.”

“I think I’m close to empty anyway. Want to fuck?”

Jennifer shifted her weight to her hip, pulled down her panties, twirled them once on her index finger, and let them sail across the room. Only then did they change positions. Anthony lay on his back and she straddled his hips, getting ready to ride him cowgirl style.

“Ready for my fat ass?” she asked him, holding his cock, shifting her hips back and forth, getting his cock head slick with her amrita, waiting for the right moment to slide down his pole.

“I’m ready for those big tits,” he answered, reaching up and squeezing them together, forcing out just a few droplets of milk. “I don’t think they’re empty yet.”

As much as she liked supplying milk to her lover, she needed cock in her pussy.

They both moaned as she sat down on him, taking his fat length into her body in one smooth movement.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed, leaning forward, offering her breasts to his mouth. “Fill me up. Suck my tits. Fuck me. Fill my pussy.”

She wanted him not just to fill her pussy with cock, but cum as well.

Anthony was happy to oblige. They moved together. They had been lovers for twenty years. They knew each other. They knew what the other wanted during sex. They were friends and lovers. The one thing they knew they could never be was married.

Neither was husband or wife material, with each other or anyone else on Earth.

Her tits were big enough that Jennifer could almost sit up while fucking him and still allow Anthony to keep sucking. It was like there was a direct connection from her tits to her clit to her brain. When they got going like this, neither would last long.

They fucked for two minutes before Anthony was at the end of his rope.

“I can’t…I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me!” she demanded. She was right on the edge as well.

He came. His hot cum coated her insides. She trembled with delight, her pussy quavering on his cock. Jennifer leaned back, pulling her nipple from his mouth as he desperately sought to hold on. She came right after him, her orgasm giving impetus to her tits to release the last of her milk. It didn’t spray like a fire hose, but the milk was all but pumped from her breasts, sliding down her skin, dripping everywhere, coating both of them as she collapsed forward onto him.

“I don’t think I could ever give up sex with you,” she told him when her limbs stopped trembling.

“I’m going to write that down,” he informed her.

“Good. I don’t want you to forget it.” She paused, picked up her head to look at him, and asked, “Did you think ahead and put a towel next to the bed?”

He groaned. “Fuck. No.”

She hadn’t paused before they started either, but it was more fun to blame him.

“Don’t be upset if I drip cum and milk all over your floor.” Jennifer rolled off him and the bed and headed to the bathroom.

After a quick shower Jennifer reemerged with just a towel wrapped around her body.

“I don’t appreciate you enough,” Anthony told her.

“Damn straight,” she said and dropped her towel as she looked around the room to gather her clothes. When she bent over to pick up her bra, Anthony grinned at her ample ass.

“Why don’t you spend the night and I’ll fuck that lovely ass and nurse you in the morning.”

She stood up and frowned at him. “You know I never spend the night.”

“Make an exception. I can’t live without you.” The way he said it, Jennifer wasn’t certain if he was serious or not.

“You know I can’t limit myself to just one man,” she told him. “Where are my panties?”

“You flung them away,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not spending the night.” She put on her bra and started dressing, still hunting around for her underwear.

“You know, we’ve been doing this for how long? Close to twenty years, on and off?”

“Something like that.” Jennifer was down on her hands and knees, crawling around, looking for one of her shoes, and maybe her panties.

“You want to make it something more…permanent?”

Jennifer popped her head up over the edge of the bed. “Anthony Carmucci! I’m shocked at you. Do you want to make me an honest woman?”

“I just want you here all the time with me,” he hedged.

“For sex? For my tits and milk?” She jiggled her breasts to make her point.

“That too.”

Jennifer shook her head. “Nope. Not a chance. Tried that once with a man and it didn’t work out. I’m not doing it again.”

Standing up, she finished dressing, pulling her skirt down over her ass.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” Anthony pointed out.

“I know.”

He pointed across the room at a dresser drawer. “You’ve got clothes in there. I know you have underwear stored there. Put on a pair.”

Jennifer shook her head. “Nope. I’m going sans culottes.”

“Like a slut?”

She gave him a wink, bent over and kissed him on the forehead, and said, “Like the slut I am.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Halfway through the day, Jennifer checked her schedule on her phone. Ethan was on her schedule for the night. It was a good thing too. Her tits were starting to ache. She had fucked and nursed Anthony yesterday afternoon. It was going to be over twenty-four hours since her last bit of relief; she hadn’t bothered to use her breast pump this morning.

She sent a text to Ethan.

 

Jennifer: Ready for a liquid feast tonight?

 

Ethan was much younger than her. Almost scandalously younger. But he was an adult, that’s what Jennifer kept telling herself. The relationship would burn itself out quickly enough, but for the time it was deliciously fun to have a young lover.

She ignored the thoughts in the back of her mind, reminding her of the nasty things he called her in bed.

It would have been better if he just called her a slut. She was fine with that.

 

Ethan: I cant wait

 

She rolled her eyes at his lack of punctuation. Still, he was cute and good in bed, so she would keep her thoughts to herself.

 

Jennifer: I’m going to be there PROMPTLY at six. You’d better be thirsty. My tits are so full…

 

She hated that it was impossible to italicize in texts, but she could make it work.

 

Ethan: Ill be waiting

 

Ethan’s apartment was a contrast to Anthony’s comfortable house. It reminded her of the place she had out of college. It was a dump. Ethan did his best to make it nice, but he had no money for decorations, let alone a weekly maid. Jennifer appreciated the effort, however slight, that he made to clean up before she came over.

When he yanked open the door, Jennifer couldn’t help but glance down at Ethan’s crotch. He was wearing loose fitting pants which made it almost impossible to tell if he was already hard.

In her experience, Ethan was almost always hard. That was part of his charm.

“Did you order a milk delivery?” she asked him, stepping forward into his arms. She gave him a kiss right there in the building's hallway, not caring if anyone else saw.

Hell, she would be happy if someone else saw. Ethan had a thing for older women and she had a thing for…men.

Her tits mashed up against his chest and they moved into the apartment’s tiny living room. He awkwardly kicked the door shut as they kissed and groped at each other. She liked the way he grabbed her ass. She was positive that he liked the way she cupped his cock through his pants.

“Bedroom,” he mumbled through the kisses.

“No time. Here. On the couch.” She was already unbuttoning her blouse. By the time Jennifer arrived at the couch, she had shed the blouse and her bra. Sitting down, she smiled at him. Ethan had made the effort to put down a clean quilt on the dilapidated couch. It felt like the student slums of college. That reminded Jennifer of what a slut she had been in college.

Good times.

Ethan paused and shook his head at her as she carefully arranged herself on the couch.

“What?” she asked innocently, as innocently as a topless woman in a single man’s apartment could ask.

“I can’t believe I get to do this with you,” he said as he walked around the scarred coffee table that had seen one too many parties.

“Same. But my tits are aching. You need to get nursing right now.” She gestured for him to join her. Since she was on the end of the couch, he lay down on the length of it, placing his head in her lap, turning his face into her breast, letting his mouth naturally seek and find her nipple. He latched on right away and started nursing.

There wasn’t any real foreplay for nursing Ethan. He liked getting right to business. That was fine with Jennifer. Nursing was their foreplay.

But he was still a man—more a boy, really, but she was okay with that—so when she rubbed his crotch, she found he was incredibly hard.

“We can’t let that go to waste, can we?” she asked him.

She wasn’t expecting an answer; his mouth was full. He continued to nurse. Her milk had let down and she could feel it flowing into his mouth. Her free breast started to drip, but she did nothing about that, just let it drip on her lap. That was the nice thing about Ethan’s; she could be extra dirty.

It took no effort at all to open up his pants and get his cock out. He wasn’t as big as Anthony, but his cock had a lovely curve to it that fit her perfectly when they fucked doggy, which wasn’t often enough.

As Ethan nursed, she gently masturbated him. He didn’t groom his body hair like Anthony. She needed to speak with him about that. But he wasn’t nearly as hairy as super-Italian Anthony. His cock stood out from a little nest of curly light brown hair. She wanted him to shave his balls; she liked sucking on men’s smooth, velvety balls.

He moaned as she worked his cock. A bit of precum dribbled out of his meatus. It was getting harder for her to concentrate. He sucked and swallowed her milk, teased her nipple with his tongue, switched to the other breast and let the one that was already flowing drip onto him, wetting his skin and shirt.

It was all very filthy what they did. That’s why Jennifer liked fucking and sucking with Ethan.

That and his pretty face and young body and lovely cock.

She wanted to jerk him off and make him cum in her hand, but it became difficult to concentrate on that. It took her a moment to realize she was close to orgasm. How did that happen? Her panties were wet with her amrita. Her mouth was dry. Shivers ran down her spine, the connection between her nipples and clit was as strong as ever.

A few seconds before it happened, Jennifer stopped working his cock and just gripped it as the orgasm washed over her. She moaned loudly and arched her back, dislodging Ethan from her nipple.

He grinned up at her. Both her breasts were releasing milk now, the streams from both were steady—an effect of the orgasm—soaking Ethan’s face, hair, shirt, and couch.

Jennifer didn’t care. It was fun to be dirty with Ethan.

“Did I just make you cum?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. A little.”

He nuzzled her breast, licking some of the stray droplets of milk. “Want me to make you cum again?”

“Yes, but I want to fuck you as well. Is your bed clean?”

“I changed the sheets this morning!”

“Hmm.” Jennifer stood up and looked across the room to the bedroom door. “Let’s do it.”

“I want you to ride my cock and shoot your milk all over me,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. Sometimes it was annoying being the mature adult in the relationship. Not that Ethan wasn’t an adult. He was twenty five, more than old enough. He was just…immature and had watched too much porn in his life.

“Sure we can do that. But don’t you like doggy?” she asked him as she sauntered across the tiny apartment, swaying her hips. She had no idea if Ethan was an ass man. He was definitely a breast man.

“I like the girl on top,” he said, following her, trying to keep his pants up so he wouldn’t trip over them.

It gave her a little thrill to be called a girl. She was a woman, no doubt about that, but it made her feel younger.

“Sure, I can make a little boy’s dream come true,” she said inside his bedroom. There was barely enough room for the twin bed. The sheets seemed clean.

Kicking off her shoes, she wiggled out of her skirt and pulled down her panties, giving Ethan a full view of her ass and who knew what else from his vantage point.

He stripped as quickly as her. When he lay down on the bed his cock stayed hard and pointed to the wall above his head, not the ceiling.

“I should sit on your face, you need to get me wet,” she said, positioning herself above him. Before he could object her pussy was making contact with his face.

It wasn’t as if Ethan had an objection to eating pussy. If anything, he enjoyed it in the extreme. When he started to lick the butterfly-like lips of Jennifer’s pussy, he quickly discovered that she was already wet. There was no need for him to eat her pussy, other than her pleasure.

That was good enough for Ethan. Jennifer sat on his face and he happily licked and sucked her.

When Jennifer lifted herself off his face, she looked down at him. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather fuck you while sucking your tits.”

She sat back down on his face.

As punishments went, it wasn’t much of a punishment at all.

“Make me cum and maybe I’ll let you fuck me,” she told him while smothering the young man. She sat down with all her weight, hoping she didn’t crush him or completely asphyxiate him. Explaining that to the cops would be…difficult.

Jennifer braced herself against the wall—Ethan couldn’t afford a headboard—and let Ethan work his magic on her pussy.

Ethan was a very talented man. It only took him a few minutes to get her to peak. The orgasm was enough to get Jennifer’s milk flowing. When she pushed back against the wall she noted two circular stains on the paint with lines starting to dribble down. It wasn’t a problem for her, but Ethan might have a bit of explaining to do to get back his full security deposit.

“I could sit on your face all day if not for my tits begging to be sucked,” she told him as she rested her weight on his chest.

Ethan was a strong man, he could take it. Having Jennifer sit on his chest was easier than having her sit on his face and smother him. It would be a terrible way to go…but a hell of a way to go.

“I love sucking your tits.”

“I know.” She wiggled down along his body, not exactly leaving a trail of saliva and amrita on Ethan’s chest, but certainly marking him. When she was low enough, she took his cock in hand and slid it back and forth between her pussy lips. “Ready to fuck me?”

“I love watching you ride my cock.” Ethan’s eyes were wide with anticipation. He wasn’t that worried about sex with Jennifer. He was more concerned with her tits. And her milk. “I love sucking your tits.”

“Mmm,” Jennifer moaned as she sat down on him, letting his cock fill her up. “If you don’t start sucking, you’re never fucking me again.” She leaned forward and offered her tits to his face.

He latched on immediately and started sucking. Instantly her milk started flowing. He drank. She lactated for him. She forced him to change sides after just a few seconds. Ethan didn’t object. She was so turned on now that her milk was steadily dripping.

Experimentally, she pressed on one breast and the milk sprayed out in multiple streams.

“Fuck yes!” Ethan exclaimed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch the precious liquid. Most of it just landed on his face and pillow. He didn’t care. This was what he loved.

She allowed him to nurse from one breast while pressing on the other, spraying his body. Then she switched sides and did the same with her other breast. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but she loved the thrill it gave her. It was wrong and kinky and made the sex better.

While she was hosing down his body with her milk, he was steadily thrusting his cock up into her pussy. It was a strange set of erotic urges that compelled the two of them, but it worked well.

“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!” Jennifer exclaimed as she came for a third time. Her pussy clamped down on Ethan’s cock. Her tits now started auto-lactating, spraying milk without being touched or sucked. His bed was becoming a mess. The milk was going everywhere.

Ethan came in her pussy. If he hadn’t been fucking her, he still would have cum because his need to drink her milk was so strong that it overwhelmed him.

Jennifer collapsed forward, tits on his face, once again smothering him. She started to worry that perhaps she was going to give him brain damage with the amount of oxygen she was depriving him of.

He wasn’t dead or suffering from hypoxia. Ethan pushed her off his body and gave her a kiss. Her milk was everywhere. She was going to need a shower before she left his apartment.

Or maybe she didn’t.

“I love fucking you,” he told her between kisses. “I love your milk. I love the mess you make in my bed. I’ve never felt so…alive! Electric! Excited! It’s all your milk!”

“I think you’re giving too much credit to my tits.”

“I don’t think I’m giving you nearly enough credit. I feel like I’m sixteen again and I want to jerk off three times a day when I don’t see you. On the days I do see, I only want to jerk off twice a day.”

“Careful, it sounds like you’re a little too obsessed with me.”

“I'm willing to share you,” he said quickly. “I’m not jealous. I mean, we’re very compatible in the bedroom, but I don’t think we’d have a relationship otherwise.”

Jennifer smiled and rolled off him, heading to the apartment’s tiny bathroom. “Smart man,” she told him. “This is the extent of our relationship.”

Closing the door behind her she ran the water, splashing some on her face, and tried not to think about what she had just done. There was a reasonably clean washcloth on the counter. She wet it and quickly wiped down her body.

When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she glared at her reflection, sobbed once, pulled back and ground her teeth. She couldn’t cry here. Not now. Not with Ethan right outside the door.

More cold water splashed on her face startled her back into control.

“Just leave,” she told her image in the mirror.

The moment she stepped back into the bedroom to gather her clothes, Ethan said, “You can spend the night. I’d love to nurse on you all night and in the morning and we can have sex and—”

“No,” she cut him off firmly but not rudely. “I don’t spend the night.”

“I know you have other guys you do this with.”

“And I don’t spend the night with any of them.”

“Make an exception for me. I promise you’ll love it.”

Jennifer was very good at gathering clothes and quickly dressing. She had been doing this for far too long. “I guarantee you that is a promise you can’t keep.”

She didn’t keep any clothes at Ethan’s apartment; they didn’t have that sort of relationship.

Not wanting to be rude she leaned down to Ethan still laying in the bed and kissed his forehead, much like a mother would, and backed away.

“I’ll keep you on my schedule…if you can clean up this mess.”

“Careful, you’ll get a reputation as a slut,” he warned her.

“I already have that reputation.”

She confidently walked out of the apartment and pushed Ethan from her mind.

Until next time.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

“This is highly inappropriate,” said Ken as Jennifer opened a pair of buttons on the front of her dress, pulling it down far enough to show her bra, and then tugging down the cups of her bra to expose her tits.

“That’s the way you like it, isn’t it?” asked Jennifer.

She was standing in front of his desk. His eyes hadn’t moved from her body the moment she had stepped into his office. She had been extremely careful to lock the door behind her.

“Ms. Conway, I am shocked you would even suggest such a thing.” Ken smiled as he spoke to her.

Jennifer made her way around his large desk. It was a relic of another era, before the company they worked for modernized. Jennifer’s desk in her office was much smaller, that’s why they had to do this in his office.

When Jennifer stood next to him, she squeezed her breasts together making little streams of milk spray out. Most landed on the industrial carpet on the floor; a small amount landed on Ken’s pants. He didn’t complain about that.

“You’re wasting it,” he told her.

“It’s mine to waste.”

“I’ll put it to better use.”

“What use is that?”

“Drinking it.”

“Hmm…you like it straight from the source?” She squeezed her tits together again. More milk sprayed. Ken’s heart was pounding. He loved watching her milk come out of her tits. He hated to see it wasted. The proper use of her milk was either being drunk or sprayed on his naked body. Getting coated in her precious milk was a pleasure he had only experienced a few times and it wasn’t enough and he cherished each and every time it had happened.

He told himself he wasn’t cheating on his wife; she couldn’t do this for him.

“I love it straight from the source.”

“You know, it’s one thing for a woman to fuck her boss because she wants a promotion or a raise. Why exactly am I doing this with you?” she asked him, a sharp note in her voice.

“Because you love it?” he suggested.

“Maybe I deserve a raise. And a promotion.” She pushed between him and the desk, forcing his chair back. She seated her ample bottom on his desk blotter and leaned forward, dangling her large tits in his face. “What do you think?”

Ken didn’t answer her. He was already greedily sucking on her left nipple. His left hand cupped her right breast. She moaned as he latched on and handled her flesh. This was a dance they had done before.

It was a dance they both enjoyed.

While it was certainly a risk for her to be nursed in Ken’s office, the actual risk was fairly low. No one was just going to walk into Ken’s office; he was too important in the company. The real risk was what would happen if their relationship shifted.

One of the many things that Jennifer loved about having lactating tits and many lovers to service her was that she could cum just from being nursed. It didn’t happen every time or even most of the time, but her nipple orgasms were the most satisfying because they were so rare.

She seemed to have them on a regular basis with Ken.

He rested the hand he wasn’t using to cup her breast on her knee. When he slipped it up between her thighs, she automatically spread her legs. Her dress rode up her legs all the way to her hips.

“You’re bold,” she told Ken.

He didn’t answer her; he was too busy swallowing the copious amount of milk her tits were making.

Jennifer didn’t mess around with Ken every day, though she would have liked too. He was out of the office several days a week, as was she. Whenever their schedules lined up, they took the opportunity. She had to plan ahead. He liked her in dresses. She hated pantyhose so thigh high stockings were the only solution.

It also made accessing her pussy that much easier.

He kept pushing his hand up between her legs until his fingers found her panty-covered pussy. It would have been easy to pull the tiny garment aside to penetrate her. He could have pulled it down if he wanted. He could have ripped it off her body; it wouldn’t have been the first time that Jennifer had gone the day at work without any underwear.

Instead, he just rubbed her pussy through her silky panties. She could feel the wetness from her pussy spreading through her panties to rub against her swollen labia.

They had done this many times before.

He curled his fingers in against his palm and extended his thumb, pressing it at the top of her slit, right against her clit.

Jennifer moaned. “You don’t need to do that…”

His knuckles rubbed against her splayed open labia, pressing the silk panties deeper into her. She was soaked. She was on the edge.

Jennifer needed to cum. She wanted his hand to go away. She just wanted his mouth on her tits and nothing else.

She was so close.

Other than being a pervert, she couldn’t imagine what Ken got out of this. Sure he liked to drink her milk and mess around in his office—she knew he loved the danger—but they never had sex in the office. Sex was for when…when…

“Fuck…” she moaned, her body shaking, her thighs clamping tightly together, preventing his hand from moving. She didn’t need it now. She wished he hadn’t touched her pussy at all.

“Fuck…” she moaned again. Her tits were pulsing, pushing out her milk, staining his pants, making a mess on the floor. If he didn’t care, then she didn’t.

Lifting her foot up all the floor after kicking off her shoe, she wedged it into his crotch, pressing against his erection. He was hard. Very hard. She had no intent of sucking him off or giving him a handjob. There was no way that Jennifer was going to fuck him. They didn’t fuck in the office. He had asked her once or twice to bend over his desk and lift up her skirt, but she had always told him no.

She wasn’t that sort of person.

Jennifer was the sort of woman who went to her boss’s house after hours, when his wife was gone, to fuck him in his own bed, like a proper lady.

And hose him down with her milk. He liked that.

“I want to hook up bottles to your tits and watch you fill them up,” Ken moaned.

“I have a breast pump at home,” she told him. “Maybe next time I fuck you in your wife’s bed, I’ll bring it along and you can watch me use it.”

Ken was immediately conflicted. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to suck her tits. He wanted to see the breast pump working. He wanted her in his bed where his wife could find out. He wanted the thrill of the danger of getting caught.

“Why do you do these things to me,” he moaned, keeping his legs apart so she could continue to toe his hard cock.

“Because you like it.” Jennifer was leaning back on his desk, supporting her weight with her hands, rubbing her foot against his hidden erection.

“Just give me a handjob,” he begged. “A blowjob. Anything.” He moaned in frustration.

“You don’t like a footjob?” she asked.

His chair creaked. “It’s…I need to take my pants off.”

When he started to reach for her foot, she pulled it away, yanked her bra back into place, and pulled up her dress.

“What are you doing?” he protested.

“Too far,” she complained. “We’ve gone too far. You know you don’t get to cum in the office.”

“Just rub my cock with your foot. I’ll keep my pants on. I’ll cum in them, I promise.” The look of desperation on his face was pathetic.

And yet Jennifer liked it.

“No,” she said firmly. “You blew your chance.” She adjusted her skirt and finished buttoning the top.

“My wife is visiting her cousin this weekend,” he told her, unwilling to just let her go so easily. “You can spend all weekend at my house. I’ll treat you like a queen.”

“I’m not your whore.” She couldn’t get her skirt properly adjusted.

“My queen,” he said. “I’ll do anything to suck your lovely tits.”

“Give me a raise?” she asked.

“If you want one, yes.”

Jennifer smirked at him. “I told you I wasn’t your whore.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

Frustrated, she reached up under her skirt and found her panties were wedged up between her cheeks. They were soaked, more bother than they were worth. She yanked them down and tossed them on Ken’s desk.

“Maybe I’ll come over, maybe I won’t. There are a lot of men who would kill for the chance to suck on these beauties.” She adjusted her tits inside her bra again, nodded once at Ken, and marched out of his office door, swaying her hips, enjoying the freedom of air against her pussy.

Ken snatched up her panties so no one would see them on his desk as Jennifer opened the door. It closed behind her. He held them to his nose, inhaling her scent, wishing it was her bra scented with her sweet milk.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

The next day Jennifer was sitting in the small lunch room at the office, using her phone to arrange her social life. It was a great way to keep track of which men she was fucking, which men she was only allowing to nurse from her, and when all her various appointments were.

So lost in her calendar she was that Jennifer didn’t notice when another woman walked behind her, circled the table, and sat down across from her.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Rebecca commented as she sat. “How do you have such an active social life?”

Jennifer was startled. Rebecca wasn’t exactly a friend, but was a reliable source of information in the company and always did her job supporting Jennifer’s needs. Briefly her face flushed red with embarrassment, then realized there was nothing incriminating or wrong on her phone—though it did show she was dating a lot of men.

“A single woman like me needs to keep all of her options open,” Jennifer said smoothly. It was an answer she had given before.

Rebecca shook her head as she started eating her lunch.

“I’m single. Every guy I’ve ever dated is…I don’t know. Dating sucks. I wish I could attract more…stable men.”

Jennifer gave her younger coworker a knowing look. “You just have to work with your assets,” Jennifer said, leaning forward, accentuating her cleavage which was mostly hidden by her blouse and jacket.

From across the room, Eric who worked in IT and had been playing a game on his phone, observed, “Assets in that context usually refers to one’s posterior.”

Jennifer stood up, turned halfway around, and slapped her ass. “I work these assets extremely well.”

Rebecca laughed. “Shut up, Eric.”

“I’m available, as you know, Becca.” He gave her an overly broad wink.

“I’m not that desperate, Eric.”

He just shook her head at him, dumped the remains of his lunch, and walked out of the lunch room.

Indicating his departure, Jennifer said, “What’s wrong with him? He’s cute, a little nerdy maybe, but I bet you get him alone and he’ll prove he’s wild in the sack.”

“Uh…no. I’m looking for…normal.”

“No such thing,” Jennifer declared.

“I just wish I could date even one of the men you always seem to have calling you.”

It wasn’t that Jennifer overshared, but there were professional gossips in the office.

“A few of them might be willing to go on a date with you,” Jennifer mused. “You just have to be willing to lower your standards. That’s how I do it.”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide and she stifled a gasp. “You have to be kidding me.”

“You’re on the dating apps, right?”

She sighed. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Let me look at your profile. I can help.”

“Here? Now?”

“Of course not. After work.”

“It’s a date,” Rebecca promised.

 

Jennifer took Rebecca’s promise of a date seriously. While she was certain that Rebecca had said the words as an expression, Jennifer knew how to make things turn her way.

It was best to keep the food to light snacks and the drinks heavy on alcohol. If Rebecca knew what Jennifer was doing, she didn’t say a word.

It was almost like a counseling meeting where Jennifer went through Rebecca’s two primary dating apps with a fine tooth comb, looking for any hint of what the woman was doing wrong. It took some careful, probing questions for Jennifer to establish that Rebecca wasn’t doing anything wrong.

She did tweak the profiles a bit, deleted some photos, and added a couple of new ones.

“You aren’t really doing anything wrong,” Jennifer told her.

“So why am I getting so few dates…and so many shitty ones?”

Jennifer turned to the responses Rebecca had gotten over the past month. “You’re getting plenty of responses, and yeah, a lot of these guys are shitty. You should let me decide who you go out on dates with.”

Rebecca laughed. Her face was flushed with the consumption of too much alcohol. “That’s not the worst idea I’ve heard.”

“Great. You also need to lower your standards, but I can be in charge of that.”

“I’m not sure I need a dating counselor…”

Jennifer eyed her. “I think you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. But let’s talk about your choice of apps.”

“What about them?”

“Too mainstream, too boring, too ‘I’m looking for a life partner.’”

“Well I am.”

“You need to get on a kink site or a real hookup app.”

“I’m not just looking for sex!”

“Why not? Some of the best relationships start sleazy.”

Rebecca burst out in laughter. “That’s…ridiculous, but probably true.”

“I know it’s true. Two of the guys I’m…fucking I met sleazy.”

“Two of the guys you’re fucking. That’s the problem right there. I don’t want just a physical relationship.”

“They’re not just physical.”

“And why did you hesitate when you said ‘fucking’? You said it weirdly too.”

“I’m not just fucking them,” Jennifer admitted after downing the last of her drink. It was her second. She had been encouraging Rebecca to drink more. The other woman was on her fourth glass.

“So…you go on nature hikes with them?”

Jennifer shook her head, licked her lips, glanced downward at her chest, and braced herself. This was always the hardest part.

“I like it when they suck on my tits.”

“Yeah? So? That’s just foreplay.” Rebecca sipped her drink.

“Um…when guys suck on my tits…they get milk.”

Rebecca wasn’t stupid, but it took her a moment to process what Jennifer was saying. She was drunk enough so that connecting the dots wasn’t easy.

“Are you…lactating? That makes no sense. Isn’t your son in college?”

“Yes. And yes. I’ve been lactating for twenty years.” Jennifer wished she had more in her glass. It was all gone. She managed to hold Rebecca’s gaze.

“Oh. Wow. That’s…unusual.”

“You might be surprised at how many guys are interested in a woman with big tits who is making milk.”

“Uh…yeah. Probably.”

“What’s your kink? You can exploit that to attract the right kind of guy.”

“Uh…I don’t have a kink.”

“Of course you do! Everybody does. Some people hide it better than others.”

“I really don’t know if I have one,” Rebecca said, not exactly comfortable with the conversation, but not changing the subject either. “How did you…did you figure out yours? I mean…is that your kink?”

“I love breastfeeding and apparently my tits are milk-making factories. Even after Jakob stopped…I didn’t.”

“Okay…but don’t you need to…”

“I’ve got a lot of men who want to nurse from me,” Jennifer said with confidence. “And when I don’t have one of them available…I just use my breast pump. I’ve gone through four so far. I can give any baby advice website a lecture and a long comparison article on which is the best.”

“That’s…wow.”

“That’s why I have a date nearly every night of the week. If I don’t, I have to pump.”

“Oh.” Realization dawned on Rebecca. “Oh. So you’ll have to use your pump tonight, I guess.”

Jennifer nodded and shifted her heavy tits. “Or…”

Rebecca was drunk, but not that drunk. Or was she?

Her heart was thudding in her chest. Her face was even brighter red in the moment. Her legs were trembling even though she was sitting. Most telling of all, she realized her panties were damp, her pussy was wet. She hoped that Jennifer didn’t know.

“Or what?” Rebecca said with a dry mouth.

“Would you like to watch?” Jennifer asked.

“Watch you pump?”

“Yes.”

Rebecca couldn’t stop herself from nodding. She knew women who had babies and had pumped their breasts for milk for a few months, but twenty years…that was unbelievable.

Jennifer disappeared and reappeared a moment later, carrying her breast pump setup. She wasn’t the least bit shy about plugging it in, removing her shirt and then her bra, letting her large, heavy tits swing free. The pump hummed to life and Rebecca watched as Jennifer pressed the collection cones to her nipples.

She continued to watch as Jennifer’s nipples were pulled forward and then released. This happened several times before the milk started to spray.

Jennifer let out a little sigh of relief.

“Does it…does it hurt?” Rebecca wanted to know.

Shaking her head slowly, Jennifer said, “No. It feels…good.”

“How good?” Rebecca asked nervously as she saw the collection bottles slowly start to fill milliliter by milliliter.

“Sometimes I can cum from it.”

“Oh…wow.”

“Uh-huh. But I prefer a real mouth.”

“Yeah. I can imagine that it feels better.” Rebecca didn’t know what to do or say beyond that.

Jennifer switched off the pump and pulled the cones off her nipples. They slowly seeped more milk. “Want a taste?” she asked Rebecca who couldn’t stop staring at the older woman’s lactating breasts.

“What?”

“Do you want a taste? It’s very sweet.” Jennifer wiped some of the dribbling milk off her breast and tasted her fingers. She smiled.

Rebecca hesitated and then reached out, but pulled her fingers back when she realized there wasn’t much milk still on Jennifer’s breasts.

“You can suck it out,” Jennifer offered, cupping her hand under the curve of one breast, angling her body toward Rebecca.

Telling herself that she was just drunk enough to do this and also drunk enough that she could tell herself she didn’t have to remember it, Rebecca made a decision.

Leaning in, Rebecca’s mouth found Jennifer’s nipple. She shivered once and then sucked.

The sweet liquid flooded her mouth and she pulled back, gasping.

“Holy shit! That is sweet!”

“I told you.”

Wanting to taste more, Rebecca leaned back in and sucked again. Once more the sweet milk filled her mouth and she swallowed greedily. She kept sucking. After a minute she fully realized what she was doing.

“Uh…is this okay?”

Jennifer nodded eagerly. “Keep going. It feels great.”

This wasn’t what Rebecca had been expecting to be doing tonight. She didn’t care. She kept going and tried not to think about exactly what she was doing.

Jennifer encouraged her to switch sides. That made her pause.

“Is this okay?” she asked again.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because…can two women be doing this?”

“Aren’t we?” Jennifer replied.

“Yeah, but…”

“Keep going.” Jennifer pressed her breast into Rebecca’s face. The dirty blonde got the idea. She kept nursing from Jennifer.

Rebecca wasn’t an idiot, though she was a bit drunk. She knew what Jennifer was doing. The only real question was whether or not Rebecca was going to go along with it.

She felt Jennifer’s fingers under her chin. Jennifer tilted the other woman’s face up so they could look at each other. Rebecca let Jennifer’s nipple slip from her mouth. They said nothing for a long moment and then Jennifer leaned in.

Rebecca accepted the other woman’s soft kiss.

It wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t unexpected. Rebecca just wasn’t sure what she wanted to do next.

Jennifer kissed her again. Rebecca was certain that Jennifer had to be tasting her sweet milk on her lips.

How far was this going to go?

When Jennifer parted her lips, Rebecca willingly accepted the other woman’s tongue into her mouth.

Rebecca tried to remember the last time she had kissed someone like this.

It had been a long time. She couldn’t remember.

Jennifer had the softest kisses.

Standing up, Jennifer helped Rebecca to her feet from the couch where they had been sitting. Once more Jennifer kissed her.

“Come with me to the bedroom?” Jennifer asked.

Rebecca didn’t trust her mouth. She just nodded.

When Jennifer kissed and embraced the other woman, she noticed Rebecca’s quavering body.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’ve never done this before,” Rebecca admitted.

Jennifer was taken aback. “Never had sex?”

“Never had sex with a woman…if that’s what we’re going to be doing…”

“At your age? Never?” Jennifer laughed. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

That surprised Rebecca. “You’ve had sex with women before?”

“Yes. Many. Well, maybe with…five?”

“That’s…that’s a lot.”

“You’re making me seem like a slut.”

“Oh. Sorry. You aren’t a slut!”

Jennifer laughed. “Yes I am. I’m currently fucking four different guys on the regular. Plus maybe one woman.” The pained expression on Rebecca’s face gave Jennifer pause. “We don’t have to do this.”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex with anyone?” Rebecca asked.

“No idea.”

“Six months.”

“That’s a long time.”

“I want to do this, but I’m making no promises.”

Jennifer nodded and led the younger woman to her bedroom.

Once inside Jennifer’s room—Rebecca kept telling herself not to call it a lair—Jennifer kissed her again. The desire Rebecca felt, along with the alcohol, helped the situation. There was no reason not to experiment. It could be just a one-time thing and it meant nothing. It might be fun. She reminded herself it was better to regret something she had done rather than something she hadn’t done.

They climbed on the bed together. Rebecca was impressed with Jennifer’s choice in decorating (modest and understated with a simple pattern) and bedding (large, firm, with just the right amount of give and bounce—it seemed to Rebecca that Jennifer spent a lot of thought in getting the right mattress).

It was easier for Rebecca to focus on kissing and caressing at the moment. She knew that Jennifer was giving her time to become accustomed to what they were about to do and was okay with that.

For some reason she found her hand straying to Jennifer’s big breasts, cupping and gently squeezing the soft flesh.

“Go ahead,” Jennifer encouraged her. They were laying down together on the bed now. Rebecca had flashbacks to her time in bed with high school boyfriends, just kissing and petting. “Go ahead and nurse from me.”

Encouraged, Rebecca did just that, moving down Jennifer’s body to find her nipple where she sucked. More sweet milk. Soft moans from Jennifer. A feeling of satisfaction rose from her core.

She could do this.

The two women lay together a long time, Rebecca feasting on Jennifer’s breasts, sucking out every last drop of milk. She felt greedy. She loved it. She had no one to tell about her adventure.

She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it seemed like forever and no time at all. Eventually Rebecca realized that Jennifer’s milk had dried up; there was nothing left. She kept nursing anyway. She liked the way Jennifer moaned and caressed her. It made her wonder how far Jennifer wanted to take this.

“How many calories in a feeding?” Rebecca asked when her mouth got tired.

“Not many at all.” Jennifer kissed her. “I’m really turned on right now. Do you want to keep going?”

“I think I drank all your milk…”

“I mean—”

“I know what you meant,” Rebecca cut her off. “I’m just…nervous.”

“Want me to take the lead?”

Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. Jennifer kissed her again and tasted her milk.

As they kissed, Jennifer helped Rebecca out of her clothes, at least from the waist up. Then Jennifer’s mouth was on Rebecca’s small nipples, sucking experimentally. Rebecca wished she had milk for the other woman, but it seemed like a terrible bother overall.

Before she knew it, Jennifer’s hand was unbuttoning her pants and then was inside, cupping her pussy through her soaked panties.

Rebecca was trembling.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Rebecca shook her head violently. “No. Keep going.”

Together they pulled off her pants. Jennifer didn’t stop. She eased Rebecca’s soft cotton panties over her hips, leaving the other woman naked.

Jennifer was gentle. She didn’t go right for the pussy. She kissed Rebecca, cupped her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness, before carefully inserting a finger into her tunnel.

“Oh…yes…” Rebecca was pleased with herself that she didn’t say no. She was going to do this.

A bit of exploring and Jennifer found Rebecca’s clit. A bit of rubbing and, much to Rebecca’s surprise, she had a sharp, quick orgasm.

Jennifer held her tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cum.”

“Don’t be sorry. I wanted you to cum. Want me to make you cum again?”

Rebecca could only nod.

Jennifer pushed the other woman’s legs wide and put her face to Rebecca’s pussy, licking and sucking. Rebecca lost herself to the moment.

Her second orgasm rolled pleasantly through her body.

“More?” asked Jennifer.

“Please…yes…”

Jennifer kissed her and slipped a pair of finger’s up Rebecca’s tunnel, then started finger fucking her. Rebecca was so wet there was hardly any friction. Each time her hand impacted the dirty blonde’s pussy, amrita splashed. Jennifer didn’t seem to mind so Rebecca didn’t complain.

Her third orgasm was powerful and shook her body. She could feel a wet spot form under her bottom. Rebecca didn’t exactly squirt, but there was a puddle left behind.

“Thank you,” Rebecca said. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

She didn’t mean to, but she must have drifted off to sleep. Rebecca woke when Jennifer slipped back in bed with her.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.”

The two women pressed their bodies together, feeling skin on skin. Rebecca realized that Jennifer had removed her pants, but not her underwear. She ran her hand over the older woman’s ample rump, feeling her silky underwear.

“Do you want to take these off?”

“I want you to take them off me.”

Emboldened, Rebecca did exactly that. She saw that Jennifer trimmed and shaped her hair much like she did to herself, a nice triangle with fuzzy curls. Jennifer opened her legs and Rebecca decided that while she wasn’t a lesbian, she could experiment playing at being bisexual for a while.

It was thrilling to look up at the other woman’s curvy body and lock eyes with her briefly before Jennifer closed them, concentrating on the sensations. Rebecca looked enviously at the other woman’s big tits, temporarily devoid of their milk, as she made Jennifer cum with her mouth.

 

Chapter 5

 

When Jennifer woke up it took her a minute to remember who was sleeping next to her. It had been a long time since she had shared her bed with a woman. It had been a fun night. It had been a long time since she had seduced another woman—it took skill and patience. Seducing a man was easy, she just told them she wanted him to suck her tits. Seducing a woman took real skill.